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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Five Americans to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Japan,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.