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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.