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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
the Association,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.