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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Crime,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.