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 Benin and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.