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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.