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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.