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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Amon Düül,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.