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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.