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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.