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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.