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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.