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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.