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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.