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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.