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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.