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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.