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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.