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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.