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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.