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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.