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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
the Association,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.