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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.