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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.