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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.