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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Max Romeo 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.