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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.