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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.