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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
The Move,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.