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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
UT,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.