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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.