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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Qualms,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.