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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
The Names,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.