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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.