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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.