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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.