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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.