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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.