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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.