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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.