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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.