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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.