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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Faust,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.