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 Belarus 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.