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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.