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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Organ,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.