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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.