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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.