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 Comoros and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.