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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.