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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.