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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
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,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.