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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.