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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.