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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
The Names,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.