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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Faust,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.