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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.