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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.