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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.