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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.