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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Monks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.