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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.