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 France and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.