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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.