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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.