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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.