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 Hungary and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.