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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.