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 Honduras 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.