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 France and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.