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 Chad 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 Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
The Slits,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.