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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.