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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.