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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.