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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Television,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Can,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.