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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.