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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Slave,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.