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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.