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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.