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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
X-101,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.