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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.