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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.