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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.