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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.