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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.