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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.