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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
MC5,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.