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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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.