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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.