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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 Manila and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.