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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
The Gories,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.