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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.