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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
the Association,
June Days,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.