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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Ludus,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.