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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.