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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.