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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.