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 Austria 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.