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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.