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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Faust,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.