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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
X-101,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.