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 Lebanon 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.