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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.