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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.