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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.