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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Qualms,
June Days,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.