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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Associates to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
June Days,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.