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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.