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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.