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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.