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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.