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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
JFA,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.