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 United States 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.