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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.