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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.