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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
The Residents,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
DNA,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.