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 the UAE 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Technova,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.