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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.