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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Can,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.