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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Ronan,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.