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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.