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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.