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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.