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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Evens,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.