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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.