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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.