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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.