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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Japan,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.