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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.