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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Monks to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.