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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.