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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.