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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s 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 Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.