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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.