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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Raincoats to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.