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 India and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.