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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.