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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.