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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.