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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.