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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.