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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
The Wake,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.