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 States and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
The Vogues,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.