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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.