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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.