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 Italy 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.