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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.