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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.