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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.