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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Darondo,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Gong,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.