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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.