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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.