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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.