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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.