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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.