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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Whodini to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.