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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Japan,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.