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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.