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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.