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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.