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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.