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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.