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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.