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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.