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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Technova,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
The Move,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.