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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.