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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Index,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Visage,
Lyres,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.