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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.