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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Bananas to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.