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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
The Index,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.