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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Associates,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.