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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.