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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.