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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.