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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.