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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
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.