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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.