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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.