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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.