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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.