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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
The Index,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.