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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.