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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The Move,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.