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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The Busters,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.