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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Pagans 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wings,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.