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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.