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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.