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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.