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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
ABC,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.