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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.