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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.