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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.