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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.