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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.