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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.