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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.