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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.