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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Scion,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.