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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.