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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.