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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.