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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.