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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.