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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Japan,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.