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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
10cc,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.