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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.