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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.