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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.