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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.