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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.