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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.