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 Portugal and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.