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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Index,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.