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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.