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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Fear,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.