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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.