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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.