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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.