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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.