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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.