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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Index,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.