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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
X-102,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.