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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.