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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.