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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.