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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.