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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.