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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.