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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.