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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.