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 Guinea and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.