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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.