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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.