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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Ultravox,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.