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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Germs to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.