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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.