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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.