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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.