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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
MC5,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.