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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.