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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.