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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Visage,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.