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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.