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 Lille.
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 Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 The Victims to the disco 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.