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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.