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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.