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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.