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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.