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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.