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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.