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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.