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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.