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 Senegal 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.