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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
DNA,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.