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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.