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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.