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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.