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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Nas,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.