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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Kayak,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.