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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.