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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Pylon,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.