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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.