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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.