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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.