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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.