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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Fear,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.