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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
UT,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.