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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.