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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats 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?
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Section 25,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Crime,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.