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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
10cc,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.