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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
X-102,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.