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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.