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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd 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 punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.