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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.