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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Five Americans to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.