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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Flipper,
Television,
Cymande,
EPMD,
UT,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.