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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.