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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.