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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.