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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Nas,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
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.