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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.