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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Scion,
ABC,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.