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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.