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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.