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 Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
MDC,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.