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 Philippines 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.