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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.