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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Scion,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.