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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.