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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Symarip,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.