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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.