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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.