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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Skarface,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.