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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.