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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pulsallama 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.