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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.