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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
UT,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.