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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
MC5,
the Human League,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.