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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.