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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.