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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.