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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.