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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.