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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.