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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.