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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.