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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.