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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.