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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.