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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.