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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.