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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.