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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.