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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.