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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.