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 Samoa 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.