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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Standells to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.