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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.