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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.