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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.