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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.