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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.