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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.