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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.