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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.