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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.