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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.