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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
New Order,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.