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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.