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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Ludus,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.