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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
CMW,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.