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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.