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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.