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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Seeds,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
The Move,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.