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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.