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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.