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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Monks,
The Move,
Scion,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.