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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.