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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.