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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Ten City,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.