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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Wings,
X-102,
Nico,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.