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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
PIL,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.