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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
June Days,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.