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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Slave,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.