Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.