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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.