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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.