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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
DNA,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.