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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.