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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.