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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.