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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.