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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.