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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.