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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.