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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.