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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.