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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.