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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Cymande to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Can,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.