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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.