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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.