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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.