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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.