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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.