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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Scion,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.