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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.