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 Romania 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.