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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.