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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.