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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Organ,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.