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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.