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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.