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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.