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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.