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 Chad 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Index,
June Days,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.