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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.