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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.