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 Cambodia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.