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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.