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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.