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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.