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 Romania and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.