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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.