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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.