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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The J.B.'s 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Faust,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.