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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.