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 Brazil 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.