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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.