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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Can,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.