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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.