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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.