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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Magma,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.