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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.