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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.