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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.