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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.