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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.