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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Skarface to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Sound,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.