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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.