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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.