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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.