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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.