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 France and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.