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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.