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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.