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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.