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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.