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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.