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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.