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 Marshall Islands 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.