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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
AZ,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.