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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Index,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.