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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.