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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.