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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.