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 Peru 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.