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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Smog,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.