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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.