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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.