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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.