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 Israel 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.