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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.