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 Cambodia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
The Names,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.