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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.