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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.