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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.