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 Senegal 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Sonics to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.