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 Namibia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
the Association,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.