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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Index,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.