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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.