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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.