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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.