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 Albania 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.