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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
ABC,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.