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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
the Human League,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.