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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.