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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.