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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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.