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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Sparks,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.