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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Hoover,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.