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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Index,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Magma,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.