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 Korea North 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.