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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.