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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Deakin,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.