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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.