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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.