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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.