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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.