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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.