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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.