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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
The Standells,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Pole,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.