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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.