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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.