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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Neu!,
Monks,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
PIL,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.