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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.