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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.