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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.