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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.