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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.