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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.