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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Pole,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.