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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.