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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 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?
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.