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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.