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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.