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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.