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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.