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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.