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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Monolake,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.