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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.