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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.