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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.