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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Brick,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.