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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Names,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.