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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
UT,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.