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 Turkey and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.