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 France and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Rakim,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.