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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.