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 Suriname 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 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 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.