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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.