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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.