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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.