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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Names,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.