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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.