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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Associates,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.