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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.