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 Yemen 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.