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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
ABC,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.