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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Scion,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.