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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.