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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.