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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Wings,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.