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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.