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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.