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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.