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 Netherlands 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.