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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.