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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Order to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
CMW,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.