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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.