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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.