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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.