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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.