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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.