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 Venezuela 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.