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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Can,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.