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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.