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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.