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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.