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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.