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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.