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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.