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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.